Wooden Bins
Style: Synth ballad

[Verse 1]
Fingers walk the cardboard sleeves
Under a sign that hums in blue
I could stand here for hours
Just to watch what you do

[Pre-chorus]
You hold each one like it matters
Like the world could wait its turn
This is how you love things
This is how I learn

[Chorus]
Lisa, you make the slow hours kind
Nothing about you is ever routine
Every quiet thing you find
Turns into something worth seeing

[Verse 2]
You never rush the finding
You let the good things stay lost a while
I watch you read the labels
And somehow it makes me smile

[Bridge]
Maybe it's new, maybe it's years
Maybe it's neither, just steady and true
Whatever this is called
I only know I chose you

[Chorus]
Lisa, you make the slow hours kind
Nothing about you is ever routine
Every quiet thing you find
Turns into something worth seeing

[Outro]
Still tracing sleeves under that blue light
Still glad I get to call you mine

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